Monday, October 9, 2017

Conversation between two hippos

I am told sometimes,
people are better loved from afar.
Proximity, I hear,
only evidences our frailty.

Yet, here I stand
across from you
craving closeness,
willing to love you

scars and all.

(Conversation between two hippos is originally the title of this display that has just opened at the MET.)

Monday, July 17, 2017

Don't go out in silence

She leaves one full moon
one cold winter afternoon.
I hug her less than I wish.
I hug her more than anyone else I
have ever had to let go.

I have left quite a few people
go without a word.
I was never taught the
protocol for farewells.
There is a moment

before two paths diverge,
a season sets.
You hope people can read
your love in things other than

(To Julie Ana Abreu)

Sunday, November 27, 2016

D is for dandelion

I owe it to you.
Standing up after falling,
holding myself gently.

We disentangle ourselves
from memories of togetherness,
set them to continue drifting,

once a week I still wish I
had worked harder at my

I owe it you.
The conscience of my limits,
the opening up to impermanence.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

They do not teach us

You were just now
the soothing rustling of leaves.

In the winter, a bird
singing a song
I have not been taught.

There is
enough about you
who am restless
and clumsy,
cannot reason.

I fail to
determine your weight
against the
of this world.

In every case scenario
I try,
but cannot touch you.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Quantum interaction

I sit with thoughts
afraid to name it,

afraid the moment I
name it, I kill it.

An infinitesimal portion of
this universe, you and I.

Both dead and living
before being brought to light,

our destiny tied
to the behavior of waves.

Falling in love is
rarely  a binary event.

This is what I heard: surviving,
all we remember is being alive.